Mamah (Light, Elusive)

We're the couple in the book,

a lucky twenty years

before the air

from their secret meetings took

them down.

And around.

All the town confused on how

love in marriage ain't always found,

and now...

...but true love

for two doves

smiling, flying above

empty masses,

crass, aghast

and tactless,

well they linger

on the finger

of a saint.

A veiled protection

for the ones whose

love is faint.

Forbidden love is just because their dogma lights my now-electrified insides.

And if there’s shame, I am to blame, but so is lifelong, lifeless, so-called successful, marriages, partnerships, and other such cesspooling madnesses we confuse for love.

I’ll be the bad guy any day for what it real.

And my wounds, and those I’ve troubled will, in time heal.

If they don’t - if they just sulk - then at least I’m not the one overcome by the dark.

Pupils wide, are meant to find light, elusive.